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February 15, 2005
Back at my apartment, I planned it out. The insane don't ever have a plan... or if they do, it's usually for world domination or how to make Feta out of Gorgonzola. Not me. I laid it all out so it made perfect sense. I would wait no more than 6 days. I would casually walk past the diner when I knew she was working. I would walk slowly. I would not strut but there would be an importance in my step. I would turn when she saw me and I would wink at her. I have a killer wink.